It's Hiroshima day. We had Makoto here 15 years ago, which means he's 30(!!) This was the day we all had stomach flu.

I'm two pounds down, have done legal paperwork, and still have that letter to write. I've kept up in the living room pretty well. I've been stuck, however, in the Durant book. Leonardo should be fascinating, I just haven't had much time.

I went walking with Rich and Sailor again. One of the things I have seen recently is a "hole changer." I thought at first that Rich was pulling my leg, like a "left-handed smoke bender." It turns out it's true. This guy goes around every day and moves the holes, to avoid green damage. Who knew?

We went off to Davis and left an ad at the Enterprise (once we found it. First we circled through town trying to locate the place.)

ESTATE SALE. Packrat's treasures: bicycles, exerciser, waterbed, sleeping bag, toys, tools, electronics/parts, free items. xxxx Mxxxxxx, Davis, F-S 9-3

Then we went to the credit union where I transferred the money to pay for that, and also took out $100 for change. I actually wanted $200 but it wasn't ready to give it to me. Rich said he'd been saving small bills, so he would not only change my 20s but he'd loan the estate the other $100. OK, that'll work.

We went to talk to the Davis people about a dumpster and someone to haul the fridge. It's going to be cheaper than I thought.

At the house, surprise, the furniture guy hasn't shown up. Grr. We kept sorting and pricing. I just about finished one room of stuff. We loaded up two more televisions and a lot of junk for another dump run.

There are always lines, and the forklifts and bulldozers running around... what an incredible amount of junk Americans throw out every single day. We spied a perfectly good fishing pole and some bluejeans today. The transfer station is new and well-cared for, but it still smells. There is a hazmat dropoff place, too, and we had quite a bit, and then you can go browse through the sorted stuff. Rich got some pesticides he had wanted.

Busy day. Productive.

Our neighbor had a second stroke and is not able to talk. That's the kind of stroke that scares me the worst.

Heeee!

ObGoe: The Archbishop of Canterbury becomes a druid, in "an open-air ceremony in Wales reminiscent of a scene from a Monty Python sketch." Gerhard would have LOVED this!